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snoggedTitle: Hell Can Be Anywhere (3/6)
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snogged and idioticonion
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1816
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con..
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We tried to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.
Previous Chapters
Ted wakes up slowly. There's something hard under his back, which makes him ache, and his limbs feel heavy and cold. He opens his eyes but one seems not to open much beyond a squint, making his face throb. It's very dark, almost too dark to tell the difference between having his eyes open and shut.
There's a flash of something darker than the darkness across his vision, then something else, pale, like a ghost.
He shuts his eyes, praying that it'll go away.
Angelus smirks as the barest of groans pricks his ears. It's way more fun when they're conscious, when they're screaming, when they're begging him to stop...or begging him for more. Mmm...he has taken some exquisitely fucked up hostages in his day and he's almost anxious to find out what kind of man this Ted person is (Valid photo IDs come in handy sometimes).
He pushes himself off the concrete wall and drops to a crouch, brushing the tip of his finger over Ted's nose.
"Morning Teddy Boy. I trust you had a peaceful night's sleep?"
Frankly, he couldn't give a shit how well Ted's coma went but the feigning of interest always lulls them into a false sense of security, which makes it all the more satisfying to break them in the end.
Ted feels something tickle his nose and he tries to swat it off but he finds he can't move his arms. What the hell? He tries opening his eyes again and flinches violently when he sees that man again, only an outline in the shadow, but his pale visage is unmistakable.
He's face-to-face with a monster.
Ted gulps, his throat dry and scratchy. "What do you want?" The hostage situation is definitely a new one for him, but he hopes that somehow he’ll make this crazy dude see reason.
Angelus chuckles, a light growl lacing his throat. "Really, Ted? You haven't figured that out yet?"
His finger trails over Ted's lips, down the pale column of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple, to the broad expanse of his bare chest. With a smirk, he reaches for a nipple, pinching the pale point between thumb and forefinger, painful enough to draw a whimper from his victim.
"I want to torture you, fuck you, and make you beg. I want to ruin all those damn thoughts of love and fairies and flowers you've got floating inside your head. And most importantly, I want to have fun."
The pain shocks through him and he yells the second time Angelus pinches his over-sensitised nipple. "Oh god... No... don't..." the pleas tumble from his lips and he struggles again to get up but something's holding his wrists in place. Not pain! Please, dear god, not pain. He's not some kind of secret agent! He's not freakin' James Bond! He's just a guy. A regular Joe. Regular guys don't get... tortured! Even the word is crazy. Torture doesn't happen except for movies and possibly in Gunatanamo Bay. But not here, in the middle of Manhattan. If they are still in Manhattan.
"Please... Angelus?" he tries. Maybe if he uses the monster's name? "Just let me go? Stop... this isn't funny."
Angelus rolls his eyes, releasing Ted's nipple and tracing his finger down to Ted's belly button to the sparse hair that lead him in a direct line to Ted's crotch.
"Of course, this isn't funny, Teddy boy. I don't do comedies. I much prefer a good tragedy that ends in lots of blood shed. I mean, the Boxer Rebellion? That was totally my idea, or it would have been if it wasn’t for that damned soul. But the payoff? God, it was fantastic. All the screaming and the body count and the crying...could make a man hard just thinking about it…”
He pauses, hand hovering inches above flaccid flesh.
"But you wouldn’t understand that, would you? You’re weak, Ted. Drunk on these vile ideas of love and that’ll get you nowhere in life. I'm really doing you a favor here, Ted. I know you want this. I can smell it on you. Stop fighting it and just let me do what I do best."
He shakes his head. He can't believe what this guy is saying. "Love? You've got s-something against love?" He flinches as he can feel something brush over his groin - shit!- over his penis! "D-don't! Please-" He gasps at the cold steel in the stranger's amber eyes and his stomach lurches.
Angelus's eyes darken, nostrils flaring. Of course, he's got something against love. First of all, demon. And second of all, that pesky fucking Slayer got under his skin in a way he could never forgive.
His prick of a soul would be paying for that sin the rest of his life.
And Ted is going to be part of that payment plan.
He drops his hand onto Ted's crotch, tapping his fingers against the wrinkly flesh, and ignoring Ted's pleas.
"Come on, Ted. I don't like being lied too."
A few squeezes bring a little blood to Ted's prick and it begrudgingly starts to fill under Angelus's careful ministrations. He knows just how to make any body sing his tune.
Oh crap. Oh CRAP! He's getting hard. He's getting instantly and embarrassingly hard. He's cock swells and fills out and then stirs heavily against the stranger's hand. He shivers - it's cold but his blood's running hot and hard and is weighing him down. "No!" He gasps. "No!"
He'd never do this. Never with- well, except for that one time... but that was college. And Dr X was promoting free love and he'd eaten too many sandwiches and that freshman had hung on his every word. Kisses had become fumblings had become the freshman's hand around his penis. And that young guy had known what he was doing at least as well as any girl Ted had ever known.
Oh holy- Angelus is fisting him now and it feels incredible but disgusting and... abusive... and awesome... and painful... and "No!"
Angelus growls low, releasing his hold on Ted's member to backhand the boy across the face. In the dim light, he can see the angry red mark left by his palm and the small cluster of tears forming in Ted's eyes.
"You're pathetic."
He rises to his feet, and in a flash, delivers a swift kick to Ted's ribs, feeling the bone and flesh separate around his toe.
"But since you're not into the pleasure, how 'bout we go for the pain?"
Ted opens his mouth in a silent scream, trying to curl his body away from the blow. The pain is excruciating - he's pretty sure he feels the crunch of a broken rib under the blow. Ted's been hit before in his life, but never like this, never so brutally as this. And he's never before been so helpless to fight back.
He prays and prays - for Marshall or Doug or Carl or any one of the guys he knows who could handle themselves in a fight.
He prays for someone to come and save him.
Oh god, someone come and save him!
"Still not going to fight back, baby?" Angelus clucks his tongue, tapping his foot in a staccato rhythm against Ted's bruising side. "You know what that means, don't you? Know that means you like it when I hurt you...when I treat you like the useless little bitch you are...no wonder no one loves you."
He slides his hands down the flat plane of his own stomach, tugging the button and zipper open in a fluid motion and letting his raging prick fall into his hands. The pad of his thumb crosses over the slit, smearing pre-come until the head until it glistens in the shadows and light.
"I could show you how to love, Ted." His voice softens, almost hiding the dangerous edge. It's almost funny really that he still remembers doing this with Spike when he was just a fledge. "Could fill you with all the love in the world. All you gotta do is get on your knees."
Unspoken in those words is the threat that if Ted doesn't do what he's told, the torture is gonna come on a helluva lot worse.
Ted hears the words "fight back" and it's almost like an instruction. Tears in his eyes, he tries to lash out, to kick out at the Vampire but his booted foot meets nothing but empty air. There is a soft chuckling in the darkness and in the next instant the Vampire is leaning over him again, one hand holding his own erection, the biggest dick Ted's ever seen in his entire life. His expression twists in disgust. Yeah, he'll fight back. He has to. Looks like he's got no choice.
Angelus glances down at the boy, seeing a fire spark behind pretty brown eyes and the ropes currently binding his arms and legs.
He taps a broad finger against his chin, changing his mind about Ted getting up and instead, swinging his leg over Ted's face and lowering himself down, pressing the tip of his engorged cock against Ted's trembling, pinched lips.
"Open up, baby. Got a present for you."
Ted looks up at him, incredulous. "Fuck you, man. You put that in my mouth, you lose it."
His voice isn't anything like as steady as he'd like it to be.
Angelus smirks, amused by Ted's testy attitude. He lets his face shift, skin morphing into ridges, eyes morphing into feral orbs, fangs dropping over his bottom lip.
"How 'bout this...you open up your mouth and suck it like a good little bitch and I won't kill you."
Ted can't help it. His corrector-side swings into action. "Actually, since you've stated you're going to kill me anyway, what's my incentive to blow you, exactly? The way I see it, if I bite your dick off, at least you might bleed to death before you get a chance?"
Angelus slaps his thigh, a wicked chuckle erupting from his lips.
"You're a smart boy, Ted. Except for the part where I don't die."
He leans forward, snapping his teeth against the air, inches from Ted's cheek.
"Funny thing about immortality. Not a lot of things stand in your way."
Ted gulps, hearing those teeth clash together. “Yeah... but it'd hurt... right... What... do you grow back? If you...lose your... man... parts?” His voice trails off, lamely, scared of what Angelus would try next.
Angelus's right hand snaps forward, slamming into Ted's cheek with the force of a freight train.
"You're an idiot."
The blow is shocking and he feels a crunch, an implosion of pain, and there's blood filling his mouth before he can see straight. He turns his head, the blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.
Oh Jeez... the guy really is gonna kill him.
Chapter 4
Author:
snogged and idioticonionDisclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angelus/Ted with a Willow/Marshall friendship
Word Count: 1816
Rating/Warnings: Overall: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, adult language (sexual slurs), violence, abduction, mind-fuckery, dub-con/non-con..
Summary: This is the story that Ted will never tell his kids...
Setting: Post-S7 of Buffy. Post-S5 of Angel. I consider it AU though, since Angel's lost his soul again.
Beta:
rockstarpeach. Please be aware, however, that this was co-written by an American and a Brit. We tried to utilise the British spellings of things, and it’s our sincerest apology if there are any inconsistencies or grammatical errors that did not get caught.Previous Chapters
Ted wakes up slowly. There's something hard under his back, which makes him ache, and his limbs feel heavy and cold. He opens his eyes but one seems not to open much beyond a squint, making his face throb. It's very dark, almost too dark to tell the difference between having his eyes open and shut.
There's a flash of something darker than the darkness across his vision, then something else, pale, like a ghost.
He shuts his eyes, praying that it'll go away.
Angelus smirks as the barest of groans pricks his ears. It's way more fun when they're conscious, when they're screaming, when they're begging him to stop...or begging him for more. Mmm...he has taken some exquisitely fucked up hostages in his day and he's almost anxious to find out what kind of man this Ted person is (Valid photo IDs come in handy sometimes).
He pushes himself off the concrete wall and drops to a crouch, brushing the tip of his finger over Ted's nose.
"Morning Teddy Boy. I trust you had a peaceful night's sleep?"
Frankly, he couldn't give a shit how well Ted's coma went but the feigning of interest always lulls them into a false sense of security, which makes it all the more satisfying to break them in the end.
Ted feels something tickle his nose and he tries to swat it off but he finds he can't move his arms. What the hell? He tries opening his eyes again and flinches violently when he sees that man again, only an outline in the shadow, but his pale visage is unmistakable.
He's face-to-face with a monster.
Ted gulps, his throat dry and scratchy. "What do you want?" The hostage situation is definitely a new one for him, but he hopes that somehow he’ll make this crazy dude see reason.
Angelus chuckles, a light growl lacing his throat. "Really, Ted? You haven't figured that out yet?"
His finger trails over Ted's lips, down the pale column of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple, to the broad expanse of his bare chest. With a smirk, he reaches for a nipple, pinching the pale point between thumb and forefinger, painful enough to draw a whimper from his victim.
"I want to torture you, fuck you, and make you beg. I want to ruin all those damn thoughts of love and fairies and flowers you've got floating inside your head. And most importantly, I want to have fun."
The pain shocks through him and he yells the second time Angelus pinches his over-sensitised nipple. "Oh god... No... don't..." the pleas tumble from his lips and he struggles again to get up but something's holding his wrists in place. Not pain! Please, dear god, not pain. He's not some kind of secret agent! He's not freakin' James Bond! He's just a guy. A regular Joe. Regular guys don't get... tortured! Even the word is crazy. Torture doesn't happen except for movies and possibly in Gunatanamo Bay. But not here, in the middle of Manhattan. If they are still in Manhattan.
"Please... Angelus?" he tries. Maybe if he uses the monster's name? "Just let me go? Stop... this isn't funny."
Angelus rolls his eyes, releasing Ted's nipple and tracing his finger down to Ted's belly button to the sparse hair that lead him in a direct line to Ted's crotch.
"Of course, this isn't funny, Teddy boy. I don't do comedies. I much prefer a good tragedy that ends in lots of blood shed. I mean, the Boxer Rebellion? That was totally my idea, or it would have been if it wasn’t for that damned soul. But the payoff? God, it was fantastic. All the screaming and the body count and the crying...could make a man hard just thinking about it…”
He pauses, hand hovering inches above flaccid flesh.
"But you wouldn’t understand that, would you? You’re weak, Ted. Drunk on these vile ideas of love and that’ll get you nowhere in life. I'm really doing you a favor here, Ted. I know you want this. I can smell it on you. Stop fighting it and just let me do what I do best."
He shakes his head. He can't believe what this guy is saying. "Love? You've got s-something against love?" He flinches as he can feel something brush over his groin - shit!- over his penis! "D-don't! Please-" He gasps at the cold steel in the stranger's amber eyes and his stomach lurches.
Angelus's eyes darken, nostrils flaring. Of course, he's got something against love. First of all, demon. And second of all, that pesky fucking Slayer got under his skin in a way he could never forgive.
His prick of a soul would be paying for that sin the rest of his life.
And Ted is going to be part of that payment plan.
He drops his hand onto Ted's crotch, tapping his fingers against the wrinkly flesh, and ignoring Ted's pleas.
"Come on, Ted. I don't like being lied too."
A few squeezes bring a little blood to Ted's prick and it begrudgingly starts to fill under Angelus's careful ministrations. He knows just how to make any body sing his tune.
Oh crap. Oh CRAP! He's getting hard. He's getting instantly and embarrassingly hard. He's cock swells and fills out and then stirs heavily against the stranger's hand. He shivers - it's cold but his blood's running hot and hard and is weighing him down. "No!" He gasps. "No!"
He'd never do this. Never with- well, except for that one time... but that was college. And Dr X was promoting free love and he'd eaten too many sandwiches and that freshman had hung on his every word. Kisses had become fumblings had become the freshman's hand around his penis. And that young guy had known what he was doing at least as well as any girl Ted had ever known.
Oh holy- Angelus is fisting him now and it feels incredible but disgusting and... abusive... and awesome... and painful... and "No!"
Angelus growls low, releasing his hold on Ted's member to backhand the boy across the face. In the dim light, he can see the angry red mark left by his palm and the small cluster of tears forming in Ted's eyes.
"You're pathetic."
He rises to his feet, and in a flash, delivers a swift kick to Ted's ribs, feeling the bone and flesh separate around his toe.
"But since you're not into the pleasure, how 'bout we go for the pain?"
Ted opens his mouth in a silent scream, trying to curl his body away from the blow. The pain is excruciating - he's pretty sure he feels the crunch of a broken rib under the blow. Ted's been hit before in his life, but never like this, never so brutally as this. And he's never before been so helpless to fight back.
He prays and prays - for Marshall or Doug or Carl or any one of the guys he knows who could handle themselves in a fight.
He prays for someone to come and save him.
Oh god, someone come and save him!
"Still not going to fight back, baby?" Angelus clucks his tongue, tapping his foot in a staccato rhythm against Ted's bruising side. "You know what that means, don't you? Know that means you like it when I hurt you...when I treat you like the useless little bitch you are...no wonder no one loves you."
He slides his hands down the flat plane of his own stomach, tugging the button and zipper open in a fluid motion and letting his raging prick fall into his hands. The pad of his thumb crosses over the slit, smearing pre-come until the head until it glistens in the shadows and light.
"I could show you how to love, Ted." His voice softens, almost hiding the dangerous edge. It's almost funny really that he still remembers doing this with Spike when he was just a fledge. "Could fill you with all the love in the world. All you gotta do is get on your knees."
Unspoken in those words is the threat that if Ted doesn't do what he's told, the torture is gonna come on a helluva lot worse.
Ted hears the words "fight back" and it's almost like an instruction. Tears in his eyes, he tries to lash out, to kick out at the Vampire but his booted foot meets nothing but empty air. There is a soft chuckling in the darkness and in the next instant the Vampire is leaning over him again, one hand holding his own erection, the biggest dick Ted's ever seen in his entire life. His expression twists in disgust. Yeah, he'll fight back. He has to. Looks like he's got no choice.
Angelus glances down at the boy, seeing a fire spark behind pretty brown eyes and the ropes currently binding his arms and legs.
He taps a broad finger against his chin, changing his mind about Ted getting up and instead, swinging his leg over Ted's face and lowering himself down, pressing the tip of his engorged cock against Ted's trembling, pinched lips.
"Open up, baby. Got a present for you."
Ted looks up at him, incredulous. "Fuck you, man. You put that in my mouth, you lose it."
His voice isn't anything like as steady as he'd like it to be.
Angelus smirks, amused by Ted's testy attitude. He lets his face shift, skin morphing into ridges, eyes morphing into feral orbs, fangs dropping over his bottom lip.
"How 'bout this...you open up your mouth and suck it like a good little bitch and I won't kill you."
Ted can't help it. His corrector-side swings into action. "Actually, since you've stated you're going to kill me anyway, what's my incentive to blow you, exactly? The way I see it, if I bite your dick off, at least you might bleed to death before you get a chance?"
Angelus slaps his thigh, a wicked chuckle erupting from his lips.
"You're a smart boy, Ted. Except for the part where I don't die."
He leans forward, snapping his teeth against the air, inches from Ted's cheek.
"Funny thing about immortality. Not a lot of things stand in your way."
Ted gulps, hearing those teeth clash together. “Yeah... but it'd hurt... right... What... do you grow back? If you...lose your... man... parts?” His voice trails off, lamely, scared of what Angelus would try next.
Angelus's right hand snaps forward, slamming into Ted's cheek with the force of a freight train.
"You're an idiot."
The blow is shocking and he feels a crunch, an implosion of pain, and there's blood filling his mouth before he can see straight. He turns his head, the blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.
Oh Jeez... the guy really is gonna kill him.
Chapter 4
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on 2010-01-09 06:51 am (UTC)Hopefully they find him real soon!!! For a moment I thought, well, of course they are! But then it turned into- what if they've decided to write a horribly depressing fic where Ted ends up DYING!? That would be soooo sad!
Please don't kill Ted :(
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on 2010-01-11 05:41 am (UTC)Does it soothe your soul at all that I posted Part 4? Here (http://snogged.livejournal.com/482639.html)